Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Let him up, Ellie.
Hot dogs.
Let me explain.
What if there's any kin to Will and Jenny?
Yes, sir, all by myself.
Our esteemed founder, Professor P. Casper Biddle, is coming to town.
Drive a crab mobile.
I don't care how pretty they are, they ought to wear something.
Well, let's give them a sack full of money.
No, let's see now.
What kind of birds are we going looking for?
In here, you're Homer Noodleman of Peoria, Illinois.
Well, at present, I'm living in a little shack up in the mountains.
Mr. Clampett, condors do not eat corn.
What was their name again?
Day off?
No, and I learned to take them with me.
I bet you when that California bunch goes eating corn on a cob, you can't hear yourself think.
Thank you.
Excuse me, I believe the young lady made herself clear.
Well, I'm trying to find a stiller eye in that dying elm tree.
What?
Well, now, Ellie, don't you remember Dash?
Hello, Jethro.
Mr. Riprock a little.
I have... Sir?
You can't?
Perhaps the Clampetts will know if there's one nested here about.
Oh, that's too bad.
Please, Mr. Clanton.
They's mountain folks.
Well, tell him I'll get back quick as I can.
Uh, where are you from, Professor?
Ellie liked him or he?
Y'all come back now, hear?